Saint = Stain
Scared = Sacred
Dear = Dare = Read
Life = File
War = Raw
Hate = Heat
Hatred = Red Hat = Thread
Leap = Plea
Last = Salt
Evil = Levi = Live = Vile = Veil
Ear = Are = Era
Lust = ****
Eat = Tea = Ate
Earth = Heart = Retha
Door = Odor
Dog = God
Sword = Words
Arts = Star = Rats
Art = Rat = Tar
Snake = Sneak
Arm = Ram
Neo = One
Low = Owl
Psalm = palms
Slow = owls = lows
Robe = Orbe = Bore
Baby = Abby
On = No
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I just hope
someone can relate

so that I'm not
alone in this

you made flowers
grow in my lungs

and although they
are beautiful

I can't breathe.

I'M SO TIRED
YET SO AWAKE
I'M SO HAPPY
YET SO IN PAIN
THE WORDS IN ARE IN MY MOUTH
BUT THEY JUST WON'T COME OUT
FEAR OF BEING JUDGED
IS MUCH TOO LOUD
I WANT TO CRY

i.

my nettles sting,
my mind dreams
of ghosts,
nothing seems
to settle
under that hovering
sky of wire.

ii.

lost to a broken civilization
in a sky of sighs
caves filled with
ice.

iii.

further than the sky,
further than the sea.

iv.

dreams like drowning
pools

the waving wind
the castles of the mind.


v.

shadows
unwinding
the slow pulse of
the earth,
like the battling
waves,
like the far, far
dream of a star.

The demons are mocking us
We part of a deal
They let our souls rust
It could never be real

If we could just, just wake up...
Maybe the light would shine brighter upon our souls.